More about the boobs

Good. Glad you want to hear more about the boobs because I want to talk more about them!

Firstly, the turned out better than expected. I know they are still swollen and they will settle down, but I thought that because they were kind of sad to start off with that I wouldn't get that great results, but OH MY WORD, my new boobs rock.

Actually, they are like bloody rocks. Rock hard. That is from the swelling and once that subsides, they will soften up a lot. I know that, but at the moment my chest feels like I have an elephant sitting on it. I feel tight. And heavy. But damn gorgeous. Can't WAIT to take some pics. I might take some this weekend. Marko is v v impressed. And pleased. And eager to unwrap his gift.

Worst part of the recovery (besides the pain and nausea)? Not being able to sleep in any other position than on my back, supported by a million pillows; and not being to poop! The pain meds give you constipation, which if you know me at all, will know THAT is a big thing in my life*. I hate being constipated. I tried to go without the pain pills yesterday, but by last night I was really sore. Bit like Sophie's choice: no pain vs no poop. Not an easy decision.

I have to admit that I totally underestimated the physical recovery process. I have had lots of operations and procedures and pain doesn't worry me, so I thought I would be up and about within a day or so. Asshole that I am. It really has knocked me. I feel really tired and weak. But each day gets better and I feel stronger. But the kids! The kids exhaust me even when I am healthy, at the moment they are absolutely finishing me off. And of course, they totally feed off that and have impossible lately. Naughty! Like you can't believe. Kate is obstinate and contrary as hell, and Adam is wild, he is bouncing off the walls. Sigh.

Rose has been an absolute star. A mother hen. I honestly couldn't have done this without her. She is doing all of her duties plus the stuff I normally do. She keeps fussing over me and making me lie down and stuff. She is a way better nurse than I am. I could use some of her sympathy skills, for sure.

I am going to drive for the first time today. I have to. I have to escape for a bit. These children are diving me crazy. I might just park my car at the side of the road and have an hour or two of quiet time. I don't know how you SAHM's do it. Really. I admire you so much.

If you see an extremely tired looking woman with extremely perky breasts slumped over her steering wheel, parked at the side of the road, please don't hoot. I am having a nap and I really need some peace and quiet. Just for a bit.

Try milk of magnesia for the poop. I had a terrible time going after my first daughter was born, and I ended up with an anal fissure (OUCH!). Determined not to let that happen again, I used MoM after my second child, had the runs for 3 or 4 days (after only one dose!), and had no subsequent problems.

It tastes like hell, but it shouldn't take much. Chase it with some wine.

I'm very curious about recovery, though I'm having the opposite surgery done (reduction). I suspect mine will be worse than yours, because there's a hell of a lot more invasive crap done. More stitches, etc. Still. I'm trying not to get a case of the fears from reading this stuff.

Great to hear happy news and no post purchase remorse despite some drawbacks like pain. I too am rather enthusiastically awaiting the (Marco-approved) photos! Glad he loves the early Christmas pressies, lol....and good luck with that.

As a sahm with a nanny, an older son and twin (16 month) girls I sometimes DREAM of going to work....love them dearly but need to leave them too- for all our sakes!

I keep reading your recovery posts and nodding in recognition. On Aug. 14 I had the Essure procedure (a type of tubal ligation). It's done hysteroscopically, so no incisions, and although I had general anesthesia and was at the hospital, some doctors do it under local in their offices. It can hardly be called surgery, and thus I did not expect to be so completely fried afterward. Although I went back to work the next day, I wasn't myself for about 5 days. Like you, I totally underestimated the recovery process. Just don't panic if you burst into tears in the next couple of days and bawl your head off for the better part of an hour without knowing why.

Not that it, y'know, happened to me...or anything. *cough*

That said, being happy with the result makes up for the challenges of recovery!

I'm so glad that you're thrilled with your fabulous new knockers! Congratulations! I am sorry that you're sore and tired & saddled with obstreporous kids, but soon the pain will subside & the great new boobs will remain!

Ughhh... constipation. Don't know if they have it there in SA, but check your local drugstore for the over-the-counter laxative Miralax. It's a godsend. It's non-stimulant, so you don't get any of the cramps, gas, etc that you do with typical laxatives. I lived on it while I was pregnant, and even my baby needed it the first 6 months of his life!

Thanks for being so honest about the recovery time. I want to get a new pair of boobs myself sometime and I'm sure I'll underestimate how much time to take off from work. Sorry the kiddies are driving you crazy. Rose is a gem.